A Preview of Things to Come

I watched Marley & Me three times this past weekend.

I know, I’m a glutton for punishment, but sometimes I just need a good cry.

(Well that, and it seems that this movie might just be the Momsense family kryptonite- seriously, as soon as that dog had to take a second trip to the vet, the room cleared- Coach started dust busting, G went for a run, and AC went running off somewhere to cut large amounts of paper into confetti for the sheer fun of it. Whatever. The room cleared, and it was more than quiet; it was serene.)

That was Thursday night. I watched it Saturday morning uninterrupted, and again on Sunday afternoon which literally caused a dust busting frenzy before Coach left for Coach’s meeting- I’m positive that in the entirety of human history there has never been a man more thankful for a stinky football office, a couple dozen cookies and cupcakes, and six other befuddled men than Coach.

I think I’ve said it before, estrogen is his arch nemesis.

It’s been “iffy” here at best. I’m just off, and don’t really know why. I did, however, get a good cry in on Thursday after my first movie screening which did not go unnoticed by AC. She asked what was wrong, and I debated on whether or not I should tell her the truth.

I’m not sure that even she would understand that I was crying because I’m at an impass on what to do with my hair (cut it or keep it)… and that I had left my iPod at school and therefore could not pretend that I was about to go out and run… and that I believed my pores to be hideously huge… and that I wanted to read a book, but couldn’t decide which one… and that no one had sent me flowers in a really long time, and you know, sometimes flowers just make you not cry… and that I wanted to cuddle up on the couch with the dog, but all he wanted to do was play fetch… and that the kids were getting old and didn’t want to go to the pumpkin patch anymore… and that Tennessee was getting ready to play Alabama and I hate losing football games that I do not play in, and therefore have no control over… and, well, you get the picture.

I was pretty sure she wouldn’t understand that I was in mourning for all that was trivial and shallow.

So, I simply told her I was tired and the movie was sad. (Which technically was true)

Imagine my surprise tonight when I heard wailing from the bathroom after I asked her to brush her teeth. I went in asked her what was wrong, she told me, I comforted her, she stopped crying. No harm, no foul.

Until 3 minutes later.

When she appeared in the den with chin quivering and said “Can you come in my room? I need to talk to you.”

Oh my. The kiss of death.

When I sat on her bed and asked her what was wrong she just started sobbing.

I asked her again. She shrugged her shoulders.

Then through sobbing and snubbing she managed to get out that her brain “was all crazy” and her “eyes kept crying without stopping” and then she flung her body into my lap and let loose.

It lasted 20 seconds.

Then she looked at me and asked if we could watch Marley and Me tomorrow.

And so it looks like Team Estrogen just drafted a new member. Team Testosterone is now officially outnumbered 3-2.

Game on.

See y’all!

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2 Comments on A Preview of Things to Come

  1. Joyce
    October 28, 2009 at 10:06 am (8 years ago)

    This was a great post…it said things I think. I have two daughters and even the dog is a girl. My husband is way outnumbered : )

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  2. Marilyn (A Lot of Loves)
    October 28, 2009 at 10:23 am (8 years ago)

    I’ve been feeling a bit weepy lately too…for no concrete reason. Maybe it’s in the change-of-season air. I saw you on the SITS roll call. I became a follower so I’ll be back.

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